Drunk MySpace commenting is a problem of mine. I think one time I got totally smashed and started commenting with just “VAGINA!” on a bunch of people’s pages. It was fun the next day trying to recall who I had commented on. Like a game!
Its all about drunk facebooking-it for a group or girls i know. After a party i’ll look on my ‘wall’ the next day and woo! crazy embarrassing regretful msg’s. but i still love it.
well, you already screwed the pooch on that one by leaving a smiley face. this is a no emoticon allowed site. and a word of advice- don’t move to NYC, it’s fucking disgusting and overcrowded.
dude, if you love yourself some li-lo, you should watch I KNOW WHO KILLED ME, it might be the worst movie of all time, but there is some lame amputee sex, and a possum in a rusty go kart.
The Mormon Jesus came to America to save the heathen Native Americans (who at that time were known as Native Redskins). However, I will not be drawn into a geo-theological discussion; I leave comments solely for the purpose of solving the author’s problems. For this I require no compensation.
How bout when you throw a party and the cops show up but no one gets arrested and you don’t get fined anything? That’s pretty sucky but okay at the same time.
mmm, how about “WHEN BEING SOBER AROUND DRUNK PEOPLE GOES WRONG”
having had quit drinking, I’ve noticed certain unfortunate, very irritating things happen when you’re the only person sober around drunk people. Who are totally oblivious to their fuck-ups.
1- Being hit on the head by random, spastic drunken movements. Being sober doesn’t help you anticipate the unpredictable.
2- Having to chase drunk people all over town because they always have a better plan which always involves going somewhere else. You almost always end up back where you started or at a public transport stop.
3- Being the person held responsible by any authority for any action by any drunk person in your group. I thought sobriety was supposed to be rewarding.
4- Having to pick up the tab for a friends who are sober enough to order complicated, expensive alcoholic drinks but too drunk to remember their pin-code or the fact they’re broke
5- Having to deal with the cringeworthy, infuriating, expensive mistakes of the previous night. Without trying to strange your friends who wake up completely oblivious to the shit they put you through.
And sobriety is supposed to be rewarding! At least being drunk is somewhat predictable, even if the drunk himself is not. Being sober around drunk people? Almost makes you want to hit the bottle- better the devil you know.
that’s all true, but also, dude, that stick is so far up your ass it’s probably coming out of your mouth. in type. on the internet. Sobriety is rewarding only when you don’t hang out with drunks. Otherwise it’s like a white person pretending they’re black. It’ll either turn out like a bad sitcom or you’ll embarrass your parents. Either way= no good.
My favorite drunk dial ever
I’m on vacation in london to meet up with your friends from new york.
Drank 15 pints and realize i had promised to call my grandparents ..
3 am in London is 7pm in Los Angeles.
15 pints = 125 dollars or so (stupid exchange rate (but no tipping!))
100 min calling card = 10 dollars
30 min conversation with your grandparents you have no recollection of = priceless
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March 16th, 2008 at 11:00 am
did you see that you made a list in entertainment weekly? it’s the graphic novels top 10 from san francisco’s comix experience store.
March 16th, 2008 at 11:12 am
You should stop drinking and accept the Mormon Jesus as your Mormon Lord and Saviour. Problem solved! Next, please.
March 16th, 2008 at 12:18 pm
I’ll betcha three marbles and a dried frog I know who you called in that first panel!
March 16th, 2008 at 1:14 pm
I like to get drunk and send harassing e-mails,
then wonder in the morning if I crossed the line.
Mormon Jesus eh? Have you checked out Mike
Allred’s Golden Plates? Yeah, the Book of Mormon
as a cool looking comic book, seriously.
March 16th, 2008 at 1:21 pm
If you have sex you will get pregnant and die, don’t even try. My mother told my sister that and now she is afraid of penises.
March 16th, 2008 at 1:53 pm
IS that quote from “Saved!”? Cuz that was a funny chick flick too.
March 16th, 2008 at 8:22 pm
Julia,
You are so funny.
March 16th, 2008 at 11:08 pm
Hell yes on “Misery Loves Comedy.” Hell the fuck yes.
March 16th, 2008 at 11:15 pm
ha!
i heart mac n cheese too
mmm cheese
March 17th, 2008 at 12:23 am
The quote is from Mean Girls.
March 17th, 2008 at 1:52 am
Fantastic. I’m ordering your book right now.
March 17th, 2008 at 7:46 am
You are clearly watching ‘Mean Girls’ which I also didn’t expect to be awesome but totally is. I mean, Lindsay Lohan? Psh. But then, awesome, somehow.
I have not yet suffered from drunk-dial-itis, but I have drunk e-mailed. Turned out pretty okay.
March 17th, 2008 at 11:30 am
Drunk MySpace commenting is a problem of mine. I think one time I got totally smashed and started commenting with just “VAGINA!” on a bunch of people’s pages. It was fun the next day trying to recall who I had commented on. Like a game!
March 17th, 2008 at 11:51 am
Vagina!
March 17th, 2008 at 12:41 pm
PENIS!
March 17th, 2008 at 1:06 pm
Its all about drunk facebooking-it for a group or girls i know. After a party i’ll look on my ‘wall’ the next day and woo! crazy embarrassing regretful msg’s. but i still love it.
March 17th, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Titties!
March 17th, 2008 at 3:07 pm
okay dudes, I’m ending that NOW before I get annoyed. that shit will go over much better on public transportation.
March 17th, 2008 at 4:58 pm
ive been reading your fart party for a while now and its the shit.
im moving to the ny area soon, we should be friends
: )
March 17th, 2008 at 10:10 pm
well, you already screwed the pooch on that one by leaving a smiley face. this is a no emoticon allowed site. and a word of advice- don’t move to NYC, it’s fucking disgusting and overcrowded.
March 18th, 2008 at 4:38 am
Panel 4..When youre sober/drunk/stoned..Try watching:Marion Cobretti (Sylvester Stalone) Its so cheesy and tacky that its just really funny.
March 18th, 2008 at 6:22 pm
dude, if you love yourself some li-lo, you should watch I KNOW WHO KILLED ME, it might be the worst movie of all time, but there is some lame amputee sex, and a possum in a rusty go kart.
March 20th, 2008 at 9:02 pm
it all hits home..
too much ale + computer = a load of utter crap from some dude on ebay who probably earns a living off the drunk fools like me.
top comic.
March 20th, 2008 at 9:06 pm
ooo, and that mormon dude?
in the uk , cdc = crudely drawn cock…
you may want to identify yourself differently……
March 21st, 2008 at 11:06 am
I once drunk-dialed someone eight times in a row when they didn’t answer.
Sad.
March 21st, 2008 at 7:27 pm
Mormon Jesus came to America, because the good old US of A is so incredibly important and significant. He is also white, and he likes country music.
March 24th, 2008 at 5:00 pm
Does it make me less of a man that I love Mean Girls?
I’ll answer that myself.
No. No it does not.
March 25th, 2008 at 3:17 pm
The Mormon Jesus came to America to save the heathen Native Americans (who at that time were known as Native Redskins). However, I will not be drawn into a geo-theological discussion; I leave comments solely for the purpose of solving the author’s problems. For this I require no compensation.
March 27th, 2008 at 7:07 pm
How bout when you throw a party and the cops show up but no one gets arrested and you don’t get fined anything? That’s pretty sucky but okay at the same time.
March 29th, 2008 at 8:12 am
hahaha, totally found this funny….. specially when i just got drunk and it didnt just go bad…. it was so mortifying i cld jst laugh!!
and i love mean girls. cool strip julia, good one.
thanks wooti for sending me the link. hahaha.
March 30th, 2008 at 4:28 pm
mmm, how about “WHEN BEING SOBER AROUND DRUNK PEOPLE GOES WRONG”
having had quit drinking, I’ve noticed certain unfortunate, very irritating things happen when you’re the only person sober around drunk people. Who are totally oblivious to their fuck-ups.
1- Being hit on the head by random, spastic drunken movements. Being sober doesn’t help you anticipate the unpredictable.
2- Having to chase drunk people all over town because they always have a better plan which always involves going somewhere else. You almost always end up back where you started or at a public transport stop.
3- Being the person held responsible by any authority for any action by any drunk person in your group. I thought sobriety was supposed to be rewarding.
4- Having to pick up the tab for a friends who are sober enough to order complicated, expensive alcoholic drinks but too drunk to remember their pin-code or the fact they’re broke
5- Having to deal with the cringeworthy, infuriating, expensive mistakes of the previous night. Without trying to strange your friends who wake up completely oblivious to the shit they put you through.
And sobriety is supposed to be rewarding! At least being drunk is somewhat predictable, even if the drunk himself is not. Being sober around drunk people? Almost makes you want to hit the bottle- better the devil you know.
March 30th, 2008 at 7:53 pm
that’s all true, but also, dude, that stick is so far up your ass it’s probably coming out of your mouth. in type. on the internet. Sobriety is rewarding only when you don’t hang out with drunks. Otherwise it’s like a white person pretending they’re black. It’ll either turn out like a bad sitcom or you’ll embarrass your parents. Either way= no good.
April 19th, 2008 at 1:13 pm
My favorite drunk dial ever
I’m on vacation in london to meet up with your friends from new york.
Drank 15 pints and realize i had promised to call my grandparents ..
3 am in London is 7pm in Los Angeles.
15 pints = 125 dollars or so (stupid exchange rate (but no tipping!))
100 min calling card = 10 dollars
30 min conversation with your grandparents you have no recollection of = priceless